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Apr 2018
we were playing with our heartstrings on the stage,
stuck together in our personal cage,
hands that entwined with each other,
nails digging into our hearts,
we can put on a show,
that they don't even know that's going on.
spiral-whirl
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spiral-whirl  Cisgender Female/my broken mind
(Cisgender Female/my broken mind)   
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   Derek David
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